Artwork by George Mattar (Photo: Emily O'Dell)
My love wanders the rooms, melodious,
flute notes, plucked wires,
full of a wine the magi drank
on the way to Bethlehem.
We are three. The moon comes
from its quiet corner, puts a pitcher
of water down in the center.
The circle of surface flames…
— Rumi, We Are Three
